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About Turin

So, here’s the scoop—findin’ a hooker ain’t rocket science. Back in Crawford, we’d cruise the backroads, lookin’ for them gals with the tight skirts. Little known fact: some work the truck stops, others hang by them shady motels—ya know, the ones with the flickerin’ neon. I reckon it’s a strategery thing, stayin’ where the fellas roll through. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, ya can’t fool me again, I ain’t that dumb!

Hai bisogno di una consulenza?

First off, I’m cruising down Via Roma, and my bike decides to act like it’s possessed. The chain snaps! Like, c’mon! I’m standing there, cursing like a sailor. I mean, who needs a workout when you can just push a bike uphill, right? So, I’m sweating buckets, dragging this thing towards the workshop.